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| Topic Started: Dec 20 2012, 04:34 AM (125 Views) | |
| Alan Fiscus | Dec 20 2012, 04:34 AM Post #1 |
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Sadistic Solution
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"What each of us believes in is up to us, but life is impossible without believing in something."- Kentetsu Takamori -=- The scene slowly opens on a busy street near the heart of the city in Tokyo, Japan. Businessmen walk on this gorgeous day to meetings, children play in the streets, merchants sell their goods from their carts. A typical and good day in Tokyo. The camera finds a man, however, who seems out of place as he walks along the street with his hands in his pockets. He is wearing blue jeans, ADIDAS Samba shoes, and an "Envy" t-shirt. Envy is a Japanese rock band formed in Tokyo in 1992. Initially influential in the post-hardcore scene, Envy more recently in their career has grown to include elements of post-rock. His hair is dirty blonde and hangs down to his shoulders, and he wears dark sunglasses to protect his eyes from the blistering sun. He seems deep into his thoughts, weary of the passersby who recognize him. He shuns away, but respects enough to smile at the ones who obviously know who he is, and occasionally even signing autographs for the younger crowd members who, unbeknownst to him, happen to have pens and various memorabilia... as if they knew there was a chance they might see him. And they do know, because CZW is in town preparing for their pinnacle iPPV, 'Event Horizon.' It's not even that they were looking for him specifically, they've just rushed to the streets hoping beyond hope one of their favorite American wrestlers might... just might be walking around their beautiful city. He hasn't shaved in a few days, with almost graying stubble splattered all over his face. He continues walking after every interruption, not angrily, not gingerly... almost happily. As he makes his way to a bridge that crosses over the Arakawa River, the sunlight shines more on him to grant the viewer the obviousness of who he is. He is Alan Fiscus, the 16 year veteran of professional wrestling, and the man who will challenge for the CZW Intercontinental title on Christmas Eve, December 24th. He gets about half way across the bridge and stops, leaning his elbows on the railing and looking out onto the river which has various kayaks and small boats going about their business in it. As he continues to look out onto the river, his thoughts are heard as he reflects on his past, his present, and his future. -=- "Japan. Such a different world than I am used to. The people here respect life, respect each other... so much more than my homeland, it seems. Sometimes I think my life would be a lot better, more enriched, if I lived here instead of America. Even after such travesties as the tsunami... and the atom bombings of World War II... they survive. They thrive, even. They pick up the pieces and move on, better than we do, I'd say. But I love America too much to leave. That is a fact. Although the fans here are a different breed, I would miss my people back at home way too much. The U.S.A. isn't perfect, but we're trying. The majority of us are trying. It's not all reality shows and McDonald's, as the rest of the world would like to believe. Life is not how much money you make, or how many things you own. Life is art, life is love, life is passion. And my passion is and has always been professional wrestling. So many things have changed in my life, but that one fact remains the same. For sixteen years, I have given my blood, sweat, and tears for this business. I have sacrificed normalcy. I have sacrificed love. I have sacrificed friendship. I have sacrificed my body. I have given my all, and I regret not one second of it. THIS is what I was born to do. THIS is what I was designed for. I have no doubts about that. I have held numerous championships... I have been in countless legendary feuds... I have created moments that people will remember FOREVER. I've had the spotlight on me for so long, and when it begins to move past, I make sure it swings right back into place. In CZW alone, I have done these things. I am the longest reigning CZW World Heavyweight champion in history. My feud with Jesse Montana over the control of this company in 2008 was one of the first major stepping stones to making this company the greatest in existence. No one can deny this, not Ryan Shane... not Matt Covey... not TJ Hix... and not even Derek Damage. For the majority of its life, I have been the driving force of the CZW. I take great pride in that. That's one thing Japan takes very seriously... pride. Over the years, I have learned many things about this business and the people that love it so much. The fans, although some times over critical, are just as passionate about it as I am. They love this sport. They love to cheer, they love to boo, they love the great matches and the great stories we tell." -=- There is a slight pause, as Alan continues to stare out onto the river. There is gratitude in his eyes, a sight not many have seen on his face ever before. -=- "I appreciate life a lot more now, as I come closer and closer to the age of 34. I appreciate a lot of things I've dismissed in the past, actually. The fans, most of all. Without the fans, there would be no CZW. There would be no professional wrestling. There'd be no reason. And it's not just about money, no. Money does not control the world as much as the corporations and presidents would like us to believe. I feel sorry for people who get so wrapped up in currency they allow the true meanings of life to slip right by. They are lost. I'm not in this business for money, even though I've made quite a great living at it. That's just a bonus. It's in my blood. My father before me, was a wrestler. My brothers, my sister, my cousin. It's what we do. I have friends all over the world, doing many various things, but the closest friends I have share the same passion and are in this business. I live and breath it. It's fortunate for me to live my dream, as I know so many others do not. They waste away in disdain, in apathy, and never live up to their potential. The faceless millions, screaming out for help and in pain... and no one is there to help them. It's overwhelming to think about, sometimes. So many mouths to feed, so many hearts... desperately craving the love that we all think we deserve. Even for those of us who are more fortunate, with a flip of a switch... it can be taken away just like that. I've learned a lot over the years. Never take anything for granted. Stop and breathe, enjoy the moment. There are so many young and hungry wrestlers in the world and CZW that could heed those words and use them to their advantage. The trouble with youth, is, they don't realize their ego works against them. If you don't listen to experience, if you don't listen to wisdom, you learn the hard way. They think they're invincible. They think they can do no wrong. It happens all the time, over and over. Humans are a funny animal." -=- As this last thought is heard, Alan suddenly turns his attention to the camera, looking right into it. There is confidence in his eyes, and determination. His facial expression doesn't change as he begins to speak. -=- Alan "Michael King. You are the current reigning and defending CZW Intercontinental champion. You are the leader of the Wayward Sons, and one of the longest tenured CZW wrestlers on the roster today. I respect these things, King. I respect your ability, and your passion. But I have to tell you... it's QUALITY, not QUANTITY. You have a lot to learn still. I shouldn't have to watch a promo of yours, and for thirty minutes you banter with your gimp. For fifteen minutes you creep women out. For god knows how long you rant about me, because by then, I was fast asleep. I had to watch again in the morning, and almost passed out once again. You're so dry and stale sometimes, it makes me wonder just how boring Buckeye is. Like I said, if I ever have trouble sleeping, all I need to do is put a few Mike King promos on YouTube and I'll be fast asleep in no time. You're upset that I cost you the loss to CRYPT. I've said before that that was an accident. CRYPT is going to get his receipt from me, make no mistake about it. I will cripple him. But I seriously don't care if you believe me or not. I don't care if I cost you some meaningless streak. And I won't care when I defeat you for your precious title at Event Horizon. Because that's what I will do, Mike. We both know it. For the first time in a long time, I have something to prove. My return to the CZW, albeit eventful, hasn't yielded me one win yet. The talent is hotter than ever before. I've never seen the roster, since its beginning in 2008, look this good on paper and in the ring. But I'm not going to let that deter me from accomplishing one of the few things left in this business and company I have not before. Becoming the CZW Intercontinental champion." -=- Alan takes a deep breath, looks out onto the river once more, then fixes his eyes back on the camera. -=- Alan "You can use as many obscure wrestling moves as you like, and name them the most ridiculous names ever. You can talk about what the fans are raving about on Facebook and Twitter. You can say everyone knows you as the 'Egoist.' You definitely have an ego on you, and a chip on your shoulder. It will make no bit of difference whatsoever. Thanks for the history lesson, buddy, because quite frankly... I don't remember your history. Last I knew, you were a straight edge flaming bird. As if that makes sense. But you're not really one to make sense, are you? You don't know what the fans want, you only feed your own lame brain hungers. It's funny you're seeing a shrink, because you'll definitely need one after I shatter your empty sense of self worth. Good lord, are you creepy. Almost as creepy as Hix, even. I'm not sure how you get any dates in the first place. But shallow is the word that comes immediately to mind when I think of you, Michael. You think it's a mind game to use my Corkscrew Stunner in a match? Obviously I can play it right back, as I used the St. FISCUS all over Raijin Kusanagi. Metallica is one of the worst bands in the world, King. Have been for quite some time. That defines you, though. Mediocre. Bland. BORING. It's true. I really hope I don't cause you to relapse, Michael. Honestly, and sincerely. And you speak of the Wayward Sons being the most dominant stable in the CZW? Now THAT'S a farce. A stable where you are the leader has a lot of changes to make before they can dominate anything. No, unfortunately, I have to give that truth to the Uprising. For now, anyway. That will all come crashing down around Shane's feet soon enough. Nothing lasts forever, and his unbelievable streak will end as well. You're right, King, I am not a god. Nor do I claim to be. And I very well might be the true anti-christ of CZW, no matter what Shane would have you believe. But we are mortals, we are animals, and the better dog will have his day on the 24th. I WILL be the better dog, Michael." -= Alan pauses again, another deep breath, and a scratching of the chin. He shakes his head a little bit before continuing. -=- Alan "Some would be compelled to rant on and on like you have in order to get my point across. I'm not going to do that. I don't have to take up an hour of your time to tell you what I am going to do to you. I don't need to show how much of a moron I am by belittling even stupider morons on camera. I don't need to demean women and call them sluts behind their back to prove how much of a bad ass I am. You know you are in for the fight on your life, I can hear it in your voice. You try to convince yourself things will be different this time, you will be victorious, you will retain... you're just trying to convince yourself. Because no one else in convinced. You may be the champion coming into this match, but you're definitely the underdog as well. You know this. I know this. The world knows this. If you can defeat me and retain, I will shake your hand. Because, like I said, even though I feel these ways about you... I still respect you and your talents in the ring. I have been studying you like I haven't studied anyone in quite a while, I must confess. I'm not going to be put on the shelf with a broken ankle due to your sloppiness again. But I also don't think that will happen because you HAVE improved. You HAVE stepped up your game. I've said that all along. Even though I have a few losses under my belt lately, I haven't slipped. Not one bit. I'm training hard for this, because I want your title, Mike. I want to bring prestige to the belt that has been held by the likes of the forgettable Kris Kash... Big Nasty... The Jackal... Maynard O'Toole... and your friend Brian Kirkland. Your second reign as Intercontinental champion is coming very close to its end, my friend. I know you feel that in your heart, your trembling heart. And I'll tell you right now, I'll give you a rematch, sure. It doesn't have to be in some kind of contract, I'm telling you right here and now. It'll be my honor to defeat you yet again. I will not be defeated by ANYTHING called the Metallica (insert name here). I will not go down because of some King Stink Bomb or Raging Rape Flower or what-have-you. I could shit out better move names than that, man. It's all about to come to a head. The mediocrity is about to end. The boredom is about to cease. I will bring life and excitement to the Intercontinental title, perhaps for the first time since El Pablo held it way back when. King... I don't need to say anymore. The rest of my talking will be done in the ring. Get ready to kiss your precious title goodbye. The embodiment of your entire career is about to get taken from you in the RIOT." -=- Fiscus smirks, and turns his head towards the river once again. A seagull flies by, squawking all the way. The camera begins to fade, with Alan having complete confidence in his abilities and his statements... perhaps for the first time in a good while. -=- |
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